Love rain

Chapter 2

The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.
~Helen Garner

The house looked like it survived a zombie apocalypse. Seriously, my dad is crazy to leave our home and come to this sorry excuse of a house.

He seems to be very proud of the house. I unpack all my stuff and find a bedroom that's big. Amon prefers small rooms.

I used to sleep with my parents till I was seven becaused i was scared of the dark.

But then I learnt that sometimes darkness can be a sanctuary. You know the times when your heart feels choked with emotions, that they seem to burst out of their seams. Darkness can comfort you,when facing the reality of the sunlit day is terrifying. .

I have a secret fettish of loving darkness. The endless shadows that seem to encompass everything around it. The way the world around me sleeps silently and peacefully. The feeling of being striped of every masks we wear in the day.

Darkness is a dimension that exists for awkward self evaluation of embarrassing moments too.

I still remeber this, when I was twelve years old, as the heavy sleeper that
I am, I was totally passed out. My mother had come to my room to check up on me. I was half asleep and woke up suddenly that time. I saw the silhouette of a person in dark and lost my sense. I thought she was a thief and stated screaming "aaaahhh" in my loudest voice. She kept on saying "It's me".. That was even creepier, yeah imagine someone saying it's me in the middle of night. It was a scene straight out of horror film. I put my head under the pillow and started shouting again. Then finally she turned on the lights and revealed herself. It was hours when I was finally over my years from laughter. Till this day I sometimes wonder if she is gonna suddenly pop out and scream bloody murder..

With these thought running over my mind, I examine my room.
To my right, the room seems quite big, there is even a balcony..whoa..nice. The room has that musty smell of being not used for years. It looks antique and worthy of a treasure hunt.

The wallpaper is a dark shade of purple. The lighting is actually calming and nice. I guess an architect has a good eye after all..

I shout from here " Dad!! The room is the only good thing about this house ".

I start to unpack all my things from my bags. I am a clean freak, not. Yeah picture perfect home seems good in picture but a home should be messy and disgruntled.. You know showing traces of actual homosapiens.. Yeah my room is messy.messy enough that my mom often used to say I should have been a boy. Prejudices aside.. Maybe I should have.. It's much more easier to be a boy in this world. You have the privilege of being taught to be dominant, oppressive, unruly and maniac.

I don't get to have my periods as I guy. Neither have I chance of becoming pregnant. Basically I can exist without much of worldly pains.

I am a highly fashionable person, I like to be classy in my clothing. I'm not one to follow the trend but it should be elegant and of class. It seems snotty, I don't look down on others but I want to be me.

My wardrobe is dominated by shades of black, blue and red. Red as a color might not be my most favorite but I believe that any woman looks sexy in red.

Iam a shopaholic. Yup I am a spendthrift in my shopping expenses. You know when I pass through the pathway it's hard for me to look straight. The mannequins seem to hold a spell on my eyes. Yeah, poetically describing, the fact that I love shopping..

Clothes make what you are to the world. Ain't that right??

So black is....something slams into me, pushing me into the bed and runs away. I tumble face down onto the bed with my arms flailing. That little maggot... Ahhhhhh

I chase after him down the stairs and I catch the handle or at least try to.. But badly failing again because I slip on his buttercup. Buttercup is his secret rabbit doll that helps him sleep at night or something. I fall down from the stairs this time again flailing and added rolling down. Too fast even for me to think. My nose bumps too hardly on the floor when I finally stop. I can't move my hand. Oh God not a fracture.. Oh no not that on my first day.. Nooooo

My dad comes to the crime scene hearing the noise and yes, my shouts directed at my brother. My brother looks spooked that he might be blamed.. Of course he is the reason, beware buddy you are dead.. I signal him with my eyes. He looks at me end wears an innocent mask.
Dad looks at both of us and asks, "what happened??"
He comes to help me and accidently touches my ran and it hurts inducing another muffled curse from my mouth. It is definitely a fracture.

" Dad, it's a fractureeee. I slipped due to his stupid buttercup. Now I have enough go to school not only as the new girl but as the new girl with the sling. Urgh! Idiot how many times have I told you not to throw it on the floor. It's all because of you", I look at my brother.

He actually looks quite apologetic. Damn right he should.

"Iam sorry", he says.

Dad gently helps me up and we leave for the hospital. The doctor ties the bandage and tells me to no take it off for two weeks at least it's not three..

Amon comes to the door to see us. He has his puppy face and begs me with his eyes. I give a small nod to him. That seems to placate him.

The reason for my sudden mood Improvement is the fact that it started drizzling on the way back. It's raining now....
I look out the window and see a silhouette in the nearby house staring at me...

Iam very sorry for not updating for so long.. Hope you guys are happy enough with this chapter to forgive me. I planned to be regular from now on. Soo sorry...
Iam reading heartless by Marissa Meyer. It's very interesting but has a darker shade to it. Its basically the story of Queen of Hearts of 'Alice in wonderland'. It was good but I didn't love it. But for a on entire read I will say you can read it if you are extremely bored and have no other books.